Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, Which we ascribe to Heaven. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Truth may seem, but cannot be; Beauty brag, but 'tis not she: Truth and beauty buriéd be.” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I thank God I am as honest as any man living that is an old man and no honester than I. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And yet,to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Be just, and fear not. Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
As true as steel, as plantage to the moon, As sun to day, at turtle to her mate, As iron to adamant,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
To say the truth, so Judas kissed his master And cried, 'All hail!' when as he meant all harm. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But yet, I say, if imputation and strong circumstances, which lead directly to the door of truth, will give you satisfaction, you… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
This above all - to thine own self be true, and it must follow, as night follows day, thou canst not then… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“When your friend lies to you it's not his fault but actually is your's, because you didn't give him proper space to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Fight valiantly to-day; and yet I do thee wrong to mind thee of it, for thou art framed of the firm truth… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“But tis strange: And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, the Instruments of Darkness tell us truths, win us with honest… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Prophet may you be! If I be false, or swerve a hair from truth, when time is old and hath forgot itself,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Why should you think that I should woo in scorn? Scorn and derision never come in tears: Look, when I vow, I… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Methinks, mistress, you should have little reason for that: and yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
They say, the tongues of dying men Enforce attention, like deep harmony; Where words are scarce, they're seldom spent in vain; For… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive, And, constant stars, in them I read such art, As truth and beauty shall… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green! ANT. The ground indeed is tawny. SEB. With an eye of green in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“My lord, will you be true? Who, I? Alas, it is my vice, my fault: Whiles others fish with craft for great… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand. My bosom's lord sits lightly… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand: My bosom's lord sits lightly… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O, but they say, the tongues of dying men enforce attention, like deep harmony: where words are scarce, they are seldom spent… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“O! how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give. The rose looks fair, but fairer… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“God made him, and therefore let him pass for a man. In truth, I know it is a sin to be a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Nor age so eat up my invention, Nor fortune made such havoc of my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Divers philosophers hold that the lips is parcel of the mouth. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I, measuring his affections by my own, Which then most sought where most might not be found, Being one too many by my weary… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep’st so sound. Julius Caesar (2.1.248-251)” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
